String thinks hes the king, more like the "jack" of RV,
I break this "ass" easier, than a bottle of Bac-ar-di.
I plant “bombs”, for MCs in “skyscrapers”, it’s time for your killing,
I'm supposed to be scared cuz a piece of "string is in the building"?*
You must be kidding, I kill this “herb” like I’m pissin on a garden,
and “spoil” this bitch, like drinkin milk from the carton!**
I left heat on the mic, that will leave your hands bleedin like chokin a sword.
This bitch is decreasin levels, like an elevator with a bro-ken cord!
The days fly by, and you aint no different, a routine challenger,
cuz I’ll “flip you over to the next” like a daily calendar,
I sting String like a bee..6 wins?, I’m finna switch ya luck,
Call the paramedics please!, they’ll have ta use “your name” ta stitch ya up.
I’m speakin the truth, and…”I know lord, I’m in the confessional,
“But I slapped String so hard, he did a 360 like a snowboard professional.”
Get someone ta fix game, I got people saying..“This dick’s lame”,
last battle tonight, put this bitch ta rest like Rick James.

*Look at his sig.
**Drinkin milk from the carton gets it spoiled cuz saliva gets in it.

-Youll get tha rest.